*after 2 of talking*
Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up
Thought] Yes I, it out like, you listen to the musician Umbilicle mic, my syllable ya vision I take you through a of thought, wit no support Now you got off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth Lyrically for feelin this, Thought yo the skill assisted By the B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener Black Thought yo, while I the Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor I'm a skyscraper by Down wit my number one neighbor, >From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the of this ready to rhyme So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, it out
I sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Supposedly nice, taken for granted like I write twice and drop singles in record Niggas I'm like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles big words and not sayin shit The click that you in wit, the accent you flavor whipped I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week Niggas is weak an' and I start to Niggas start to leakin, my nigga D an' I'm foreseein the future, for human beings Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller Com Sense'll be the killer, I spill a Little bit of juice to a MC who a new producer Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I like crack I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to rhyme I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was or Armstrong Com's song'll keep goin, I start the My flowin is turnin to The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school when it came down the shoot?
[Pharoahe (Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yo beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again Sendin em back, lettin em know that wages Subliminally em for criminal ac-tivity Mics I chop Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the Just because he got of the month twice Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)
Yes, rippin the My words will enlight dome When I'm quick to strike your just like Capone N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator slaughter yours waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your It's the beef for black I, yes quick to subtract the wack When I go from track to track, bouncin in the and coutin Flowin like water from a fountain when I Like water from a river you shiver That's for sore, the connoisseur ill-literature Yes, but I'm about to get You'll a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker When I ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era
[Black It's like this, we you open like a parachute a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute For my man from the of Representatives And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what bout ta Do I show you a style and you? For all competitors, Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta-- Bust rule the, Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a MC's just to studdered from the rap style Hey yo let me check it out, check it out Well it's the, deranged that change formats and forms I swarm killa bees for feelin these fantasies throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference You can attempt to reach that where my level is Thought severin competitives, off the dome top Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop
And don't halt, I it was my fault I came through thick like a malt, tried to pour salt But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago follow, hold the water bottle My shit'll flowin Now I'm showin this poetry in like a picure Read the scripture, understood the first New to blessin it The shit is like this, the beat went I give the silent treatment They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't Rappers I Crush, Kill and like Stress Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just a-nother Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic That I had, it's like the Com Sense, I don't need a pad Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek I start to speak, and sound extra weak/week Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days Tony Never been a phony, Express styles a Pony Hold ya horses, Com read The Sources Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost One time, it back the rap sunshine Niggas follow me one time it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on It's like this the mic yo I sit upon
Monch] Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Monch yo It's not at the bar, even if you a star Wit me and my crew doll you won't go far I seek the love of Allah, the I lay Peepin the echelon of light display Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so Cleverly put, more than a axel The sad slow much smoother than Coltrane Who can cop beats that I like cocaine The effortless action wit moves subtraction Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction And all the while my can pile up More than X-File shows all added up The educated from Queens, by any means Servin any fiends, to Supreme Team But like I will rise to the top to redeem the cream For who fiend for hip hop I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop >From top notch cops to bust a crotch Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome
The last was precision so I get a vision And makin sentences on top of cranium Underground, Crossin the Mediterranean, to slaughter MC's Who can't catch across the across, the window, not a nympho Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly My man just took a picture, so I just it Lookin at the man who got the in his back shit, the back shit I pack shit but never like an automatic I'm causin static just like the opposite of I get, mad amounts at my man Bobbito and Stretch I catch the beat I'm never come off 'cause weak is the opposite of strong I used to the bong but now I got the Heineken my turn to rhyme again Don't need to be greedy, I my old gear to the needy to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap Yo
*talking and to end*